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Vision of General George Washington at Valley Forge

  The last time I ever saw Anthony Sherman was on the fourth of July, 1859, in Independence Square. He was then 99 years old, and becoming very feeble; but though so old, his dimming eyes rekindled as he gazed upon Independence Hall, which he had come to gaze upon once more before he was gathered home. "Let us go into the hall," he said, "I want to tell you an incident of Washington's life- one which no one alive knows of except myself, and if you live, you will before long see it verified. Mark the prediction, you will see it verified. "From the opening of the Revolution we experienced all phases of fortune- now good and now ill, one time victorious and another conquered. The darkest period we had, I think, was when Washington, after several reverses, retreated to Valley Forge, where he resolved to pass the winter of 1777. Ah! I have often seen the tears coursing down our dear old commander's careworn cheeks as he would be conversing with a confidential off...

Vision of George Albert Smith

In 1946 I witnessed a prophetic utterance made by George Albert Smith, prophet and president of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints from 1945 to 1951. I am a son of Dr. Lyman Merrill Horne and Myrtle Swainston Horne. My father was a great-grandson of George A. Smith, cousin of the Prophet Joseph and counselor to Brigham Young. His grandson, President George Albert Smith, was Dad's mother's first cousin. From 1944 until March 1947 we lived on the same block in the Yale Ward as George Albert Smith and frequently had contact with him. Many times he paused at our home while on his evening walk and talked with me as I worked in our front yard. My family visited him a few times at his home, and he visited my family at our home several times. He always showed pleasure when I met him and once told me what work the Lord had for me to do and what I must do to be prepared to do His work. One day our father arranged for George Albert Smith to speak to us in a family time. The P...

Vision of John Taylor

A prophetic incident occurred at my father's home in Cedar City, Utah, at the time a conference was being held their, at which President John Taylor and George A. Smith were present. Elder George A. Smith was asked to conduct the morning session of the conference, as president Taylor wished to rest, as he had held meetings with the different wards and stakes between Salt Lake City and Cedar City. President Taylor did not attend the morning session of the conference, but remained at our home to rest in order that he might attend the afternoon session. He, with all of the authorities, stayed at my father's home during this conference. President Taylor wished to go to his room and lie down and rest, and asked my mother to tell him if he should over sleep by the time the morning session was over. My mother was busy preparing dinner for the visitors and was surprised when President Taylor came walking into the kitchen. She asked him if he was not able to rest, as he hadn't been ...

Prophecy from Heber C. Kimball to Amanda H. Wilcox

During the latter part of May, 1868, President Heber C. Kimball and I were standing in front of his place, on North Main. After a few moment's conversation he turned to me and said, "Now, Sister Amanda, I am going to tell you something." Looking south, he observed, "What do you see?" I told him that I did not know any of the places on Main street except Brother Wells', Bishop Hunter's, William Jennings', Walter Brothers' and the Tithing Office. He then remarked, "I will begin with Brother Wells' place. It will be torn down and a six-story building will be erected on that corner. All of the houses south of that place will be removed to make room for buildings that will average from three to six stories high." "Now we will come back from Fourth South to the Council House corner. Here a large fire proof building will be erected with an addition to it on the west. Where the Tithing Office now stands will be constructed a building t...

White Horse Prophecy by Joseph Smith

On or about the sixth day of May 1843, a grand review of the Nauvoo Legion was held in Nauvoo, Illinois. The Prophet Joseph complimented them for their good discipline and evolutions performed. The weather being hot, he called for a glass of water. With the glass of water in his hand he said, "I drink to you a toast to the overthrow of the mobocrats." The next morning a man who had heard the Prophet give the toast returned to visit the Mansion of the Prophet, and so abused him with bad language, that the man was ordered out by the Prophet. It was while the two were out that my attention was attracted to them and hearing the man speaking in a loud tone of voice, I went toward them; the man finally leaving. There were present the Prophet Joseph Smith, Theodore Turley and myself. The Prophet began talking to us of the mobbings and drivings and persecutions we as a people have endured. But, said he, "We will have worse things to see; our persecutors will have all the mobbing...

Vision of Wilford Woodruff

I went to bed at the usual hour, half past nine o'clock. I had been reading the Revelations in the French language. My mind was calm, more so than usual if that were possible. I composed myself for sleep, but felt a strange stupor come over me and I apparently became partially unconcious. Still I was not asleep nor awake, but had a strange far-away dreaming feeling. The first thing I recognized was that I was in the Tabernacle at Ogden, Utah, sitting in the corner for fear they would call on me to preach; -which, after singing the second song, they did by calling me to the stand. I arose to speak and said that I did not know that I had anything special to say except to bear my testimony of the truth of this work- when all at once it seemed I was lifted out of myself. I said, "Yes, I have something to say, it is this: Some of my brethren present have been asking me what is coming to pass. I will tell you what will shortly come to pass-" Then I was in Salt Lake City walking...

Vision of Patriarch Charles D. Evans

While I lay pondering, in deep solitude, of the events of the present, my mind was drawn into a reverie such as I had never felt before. A strong solicitude for my imperiled country utterly excluded every other thought and raised my feelings to a point of intensity I did not think it possible to endure. While in this solemn, profound and painful reverie of mind, to my infinite surprise, a light appeared in my room, which seemed to be soft and silvery as that diffused from a northern star. At the moment of its appearance the acute feeling I had experienced instantly yielded to one of calm tranquility. Although it may have been at the hour of midnight and the side of the globe whereon I was situated was excluded from the sunlight, yet all was light and bright and warm as an Italian landscape at noon; but the heat was softer or more subdued. As I gazed upward, I saw descending through my bedroom roof, with a gently gliding movement, a personage clothed in white apparel, whose countenance ...